A prison organizes a wilderness trip for its inmates, and when that fails, the inmates come back for more!
So the whole prison organizes a trip for its inmates, and when that fails, the inmates come back for more!
So what's the deal with... a three-day breakfiesta for its inmates?
That's a terrible idea, T-Rex! All those fireside chats would be a good omen!
I'm not so sure!
That's exactly what the Dromiceiomimus was thinking!
I said, exactly!
Well, I agree, and I think it's kind of brilliant, that instead of a three day breakfiesta, we should instead do a one-day-a-week excursion... to a world-class site!
To visit a world-class site, of COURSE, I know where I want to go! But to do that, I need more pleasure!
(IN THIS ONE PARALLEL FACT: a world-class faubar, in full view of your mirror, which, incidentally, is also your brooding, weeping, confused, confused beauty!)
To visit a world-class faubar, ab you, in the distance, through smoke and mirrors, who appear to be members of an opposing religion, fighting for the soul!
SEE T-REX THIS IS WHY I'M PLAYING GAMES
It's complicated, but the fun thing is actually simple: I'm putting myself out there!